Finals Week Here We Come

I have a feeling that it's going to be a little like this. Me, the fly on top, fucking the shit out of finals week. I already had the review of my final project for sculpture class and even though I wasn't that satisfied with it I think the teach' liked it. More than my last one anyway and that's all that really matters. Teach' likes that shit, gives you a fat 'A' and everyone graduates.
Because after this week it's summer. This is good. I can work a grip and make that money. Not to mention:

Yesssir. It's all puppydogs and icecream.

All I know is that the The Dane always knows about the fix. Summertime ethics. That and the Wamp-Wamp.